Friday, November 11, 2011

Dear Friend

Dear friend,It seems like so long ago that I was counting the foot steps you tookTo mimic them with my worn away, ripped-laced shoes. I will miss the days we spent in rooms, encased in white walls painted with musicWhere it was not entertainment but a wondrous revelry To watch the notes and sentence lines like smiles float off pages, while you played in perfect time, melodies beyond my reasoning.I will miss your eyes, bright green like grass that made me think of Old days in Switzerland and rolling hills in country sides at sunset.Never forgetting the ways we laughed at coins stuck to wallsOr pictures in our heads. You would play Impromptu in C Major, and C would stand for things likeCourage, comfortable and care. Costly or contempt never came up.Yet it seems that circumstances fade like hills and memories are washed away as surely as they roll into the distance. And I can’t seem to hold onto them before they are washed into the horizon. What will happen to our days further down the shoreIs a mystery to me.Time is like a supposedly-circular flower, moving and turning toward the sun but, every now and then, time’s edges seem rougherOr more jagged than they seemed before.But I won’t forget you, dear friend. And I hope you won’t forget me, for I hold you deeper still than most in my heartAnd wish you the best in the land of rolling green hills.

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